[Verse 1: Pimp C]
I'm trill, working the wheel
A pimp not a simp
Keep the dope fiends higher than the Goodyear Blimp
We eat so many shrimp
I got iodine poisoning
Fuck niggas make me sick with all the pinchin and bargaining
You say that you a boss; I ain't believing that shit
You got the funny Geneva watch, with the Ferrari kit
Take that monkey shit off, you embarrassing us
I got the red Promethazine, pink, orange, and yellow tuss
Hydrocodone, on a hands-free phone
The '84 brougham, on them blades, 20-inch chrome
If you got 16, you can get a fizurth
I'm choking on that doja sweet and sipping on that sizurp

[DJ Paul]
Some niggas scared to flaunt it
Some niggas they want it want it
Some niggas they jonin jonin
but I be fucked up up on it
Well we're the Mafia 6, and we ain't bout that bullshit
If we gon' get high we gon' get high, and we gon' house a bitch
Two niggas all at the mouth, two niggas all at the ass
And plus that syrup have a nigga dick hard all night and she cool with that
She popped her a pill of X, and drank on some orange juice
And just when you thought she was freaky, she done got super loose
Niggas come in by threes and deuce, all in circles like duck-duck-goose
All that want it, can flaunt it, she on that X and the tootie fruit
40 dollars for just one ounce
Tussionex is how its pronounced
Niggas sipping and dipping and tripping, man I'm bout all out

[Hook]

[Juicy J]
People always asking me, "Is the Three 6 high on that?"
Rolling on them X pills, stirrin p-p-powder packs
Wh-wh-where the weed at? ain't like that we need that
Nyquil to slow me down, something that keep me easy
Nothing like that yella yella that'll have you itchin man
Talking like "What's up, fool?" Vocal chords sounding lame
In my days all we did was chief out on the quarter pound
Gone on coke, eyes are buck, this the shit'll knock you down
Knock you out, make you fall asleep when you're on them wheels
Ain't no doubt, hit me when I beep, for this re-fill
Once again, on my weekly high, gotta have that drank
Yeah my nigga, Gino, I feel like I'm gonna fucking faint

[Bun B]
Say nigga, tell me what you know bout Frank Nito or Young Guido
Pual and Vito, we play a tune that's sweeter than pedito
With my Three 6 niggas pourin' up in my southern creedo
Quick fast, we'll put it on your ass like John Vito
Cause you fronting rap singers, be creamy like a Zinger
You ain't from the major boy, but you gets the middle finger
Humdinger, Rum dranker
occasionally take your bitch to the telly and be a dick and cum slanger
When Big Bun come danger, nigga ring your alarm
Sexy thang on my arm
Cup of drank in my palm
And that crazy shit, I'm tripping on some
skinny bitches, some that's wholesome
Florida to Folsom
For the most I'm steady sippin' on some

[Hook]
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Thanks to Bernard for submitting Sippin' on Some Syrup Lyrics.